Diana:
Neither English nor Pol,
But on what my heart at me throw.
But if I may ask, what bring you here,
Such folk like you doesn't seem to come near.
Chaffy:
Actually, I saw you sitting alone,
Perhaps in your thoughts drown.
Then, care bid me to ho at you,
Whether that will straighten your look.
And I been not one of those untutor'd youth,
I'd followed the instruction of lovelike ruth.
Thus summoned me here,
To know by heart, if i can care.
Diana:
Sorry, That doesn't seem to be a business of yours,
Leave now willingly or unwillingly by force.
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